When I looked at you for the first time, I didn't see two irises staring back at me. Instead, I saw a world.
I’ve seen many worlds, but none fascinate me as much as yours does. It never stills, never ends and never gives up. Every thought collides with another, but there is peace. You are light. You are beauty.
And you are everything I fight against.
Your chest rises with every deep breath and your lashes flutter with each dream. Though the blankets cover you well, you shiver. You drool, but for some reason, it’s cute. The walls around you creak with age, but stand firm despite the hardship they’ve seen you endure and defeat.
How has your light survived in a place such as this, with an enemy like me? I am darkness. I am death.
The knife in my pocket feels ice cold. All I can think about is how pretty the red droplets would look against your skin when I slice your eyes open. When I destroy your world. The blade would run easier than a finger through melted ice-cream.
But for some reason, I’m frozen on your sill, pen and notebook in hand. Tonight is simply another night I’ve failed to accomplish what I came to do.
Goodnight, little one. Sleep tight.
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Shadow World (The Best of Ai)
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